Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 409 Ancestor Wanlin joins the battle

In the raging flames, countless foreign soldiers howled in despair, exuding the smell of burnt meat, which made the defenders who closed the sword pavilion unable to help but cover their mouths and noses.

"Ancestor, when we activated the power of the totem, we were attacked by fire oil and suffered heavy losses!"

A general who had escaped was lying on the ground, the hair on his body was burnt, smoke was rising, and he was covered in scars.

"Go down and recuperate!"

The Water Bear King did not blame him. He stood at the rear and saw the scene of the siege clearly. He really could not blame the army.

After the general retreated, Xiong Lie couldn't help but said: "Senior, our sacrifice has been heavy enough. Shouldn't it be time to send troops to Qionghua Holy Land and Zixiao Holy Land?"

Until now, he was really distressed.

The Thousand Demons Holy Court's family fortune was already thin, and after this battle, one-third was lost. If there were another major loss, all the major races would definitely be dissatisfied and the fate of the country would be shaken.

After all, the Thousand Demons Holy Court is an alliance-style country formed by major ethnic groups. They will follow the Thousand Demons Holy Court wholeheartedly if they have a future. If they lose again and again, they may withdraw from the Holy Court.

"I will go find Rongzu and Kaiyang Xingzun now!"

The Water Bear Emperor nodded, glanced at Jiange Pass unwillingly, tore through the void and left.

According to the regulations, they only need to clear the stone road and arrive in front of Jiange Pass. After completing the mission, the three major forces will attack together.

However, he was greedy and wanted to monopolize Jiange Pass, so he took the lead in launching an attack. In the end, he failed to steal the chicken but lost the rice instead.

"Deploy the formation!"

"Stay where you are!"

Xiong Lie breathed a sigh of relief and ordered loudly.

After hearing the order, tens of thousands of formation mages came out and set up a huge defensive formation with each major legion as the base.

The soldiers began to rest. Except for the patrolling soldiers, the others took out dried food and chewed it to replenish the energy consumed.

"Victory!"

After the sword pavilion was closed, the soldiers of the Kirin Holy Land were very excited. They successfully resisted the alien attack and hunted millions of people. Most importantly, they suffered no casualties themselves.

This is an unprecedented victory!

However, Lin Wufeng was not happy. He clearly realized that today's battle was just an appetizer.

More ferocious and fierce battles are yet to come!

The next day, the storm in Jiange Pass was surging, and the morale spreading across the world became even stronger. The elite armies from Qionghua Holy Land and Zixiao Holy Land also appeared on the battlefield.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, a simple commander's platform was suspended, with the flags of the three major forces on it, fluttering in the wind.

The Water Bear Emperor, Rong Zu, and Kaiyang Star Lord stood on the general stage, and the aura of the Eternal Emperor realm burst out, like three sacred mountains, standing between heaven and earth.

Although the three of them did not take action, the pressure generated made the soldiers of the Qilin Holy Land in Jiange Pass feel great pressure. Those whose minds were not firm were sweating profusely on their foreheads.

"Damn it!"

Lin Wufeng's expression changed. The pressure from the Water Bear Emperor and the others was so strong that it had already affected the morale of the army.

An army without morale is a tiger without its claws!

"Ancestor, will you come?"

Lin Wufeng had no way to deal with this. The pressure of the strong could only be blocked by the strong. But the problem was that there were no emperor-level warriors in the Jiange Pass.

He could only place his hope on the Ancestor Wanlin, hoping that the Ancestor would come and boost his morale.

If the ancestor had not come, I am afraid that today, there would be no escape!

But will he come?

Lin Wufeng turned his head and looked in the direction of the Qilin Holy Land. His expression kept changing, with worries, doubts, and a hint of expectation.

This glimmer of expectation is very small.

Kirin Holy Land!

The ancient long wind blew away the vast fortune of the blue waves.

The disciples of the Holy Land who were coming and going had a hint of worry on their faces, and they were no longer as calm, calm, elegant and confident as before.

"Ancestor, the Great Elder is asking for help. It would be best if you could go there in person to boost morale!"

On the Qilin Peak, the Holy Lord Qilin hesitated for a moment, mustered up the courage, and handed over his report.

"The mountains and rivers are majestic, and the Qilin dominates!"

Ancestor Wanlin stood on the cliff, holding a unicorn scepter in his hand. His gray hair was blowing in the wind. He looked around the great rivers and mountains with a pair of deep eyes, as if he wanted to capture the infinite mountains and rivers of the East into his eyes.

Holy Lord Qilin sighed. These words were spoken by Patriarch Wanlin when he assumed the position of Holy Lord in front of hundreds of millions of forces in the East, declaring the sole status of Qilin Holy Land.

This sentence pushed the Qilin Holy Land to its peak and became famous all over the world.

However, things change!

The glory of the era, after the baptism of years, will eventually decline, ushering in the most serious crisis, and succumbing to a region. If it cannot survive the crisis, it will completely become the dust of history.

"Today, I will fight again for the Holy Land of Qilin!"

Ancestor Wan Lin turned around and said firmly, a majestic fighting spirit rising straight into the sky.

A series of terrifying rhymes of law spread all over the body and spread throughout the Qilin Holy Land.

Countless creatures raised their heads with admiration on their faces.

In a daze, they saw a supreme king walking from the long river of time and space.

Suddenly, they saw a golden Qilin throne, with a young man sitting on it, high-spirited and scolding Fang Qiu.

In a daze, they heard a passionate voice, announcing to the world that the era of the Kirin Holy Land had arrived.

"The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the unicorn dominates them all!"

Ancestor Wanlin raised his scepter high, roared loudly, then tore the void above his head and flew towards Jiange Pass.

The sun rising in the east shines down again and again, shining on the back of Ancestor Wanlin, blooming with thousands of rays of brilliance. Is this the arrival of a legend? Or is it the decline of an era?

"Farewell to my ancestor!"

Holy Lord Qilin knelt on the ground and kowtowed solemnly.

After about ten breaths, Holy Lord Qilin stood up, stood in the position of Ancestor Wanlin, and looked around the country. His sight was infinitely vast, as if he could reach out and pick off the stars.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it towards the rising sun, as if to grasp hope, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never grasp the sun in his palm.

Make a fist, it’s darkness!

Only by opening your palms can you shine with the rising sun!

"Ha ha……"

Suddenly, the Holy Lord Qilin laughed loudly and seemed to have figured it out. He soared into the sky and flew towards the Qilin Hall to prepare for the funeral arrangements.

Faced with the siege of the three major forces, the Qilin Holy Land has run out of energy.

Ancestor Wan Lin will face three warriors from the same realm in this battle, and there is no possibility of victory. However, he insists on fighting, not only with his pride, but also with the intention of delaying time.

He can die, but the Kirin Holy Land cannot die!

As long as there is one disciple, it is still possible for Qilin Holy Land to be proud of the Eastern Territory and control great rivers and mountains.

The Kirin Holy Land now has enemies on three sides. It is like a clenched fist and darkness. If you continue to stay, you will be swallowed by the darkness sooner or later.

Only by migrating to the middle realm can we find the light!

(End of chapter)